Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.